What haunts us are not the dead, but the gaps left within us by the secrets of others. – Maria Torok & Nicholas Abraham
sometimes.
I don’t know what to say.
sometimes.
The very words catch behind
safe guards of emotion.
sometimes.
Speech refuses to commence.
sometimes.
Words pool behind the locked door. Waiting.
sometimes.
I lay and pray the words you don’t want to hear will dissolve inside me.
sometimes.
Silence fills the outside air.
sometimes.
Inside air is thick and muggy,
like the rain forest
or Savannah in August.
sometimes.
I go to sleep with heavy lungs,
weight of the unspoken hanging like the world between us.
sometimes.
ACL 6/19/13
Listen to Sara Bareilles sing Brave http://youtu.be/QUQsqBqxoR4
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